Like a small piece of snow That floats in the air If I'm like that Maybe I could, Reach you a little faster. Even in August Winter is here I want to hold your hand And go to the other side of the earth To end this cold winter How much longing has to fall like snow For the spring days to come? ___________________________________ FINAL CHAPTER Memories' Crannies (1/2)  [PLAY SPRING DAY WHILE READING ▶] . . . . . . Chapter 32: a promise of a decade I had a reoccurring dream. Somehow, I felt like it was important, significantly important. So much that I felt like I shouldn't have forgotten them. The dream started with the same blurry vision, a tiny fragment of my memory. It was always the same boy standing in the midst of the beautiful garden, adorning clothes fit

